Though others look at me askance
I swear I’m not on crack
Every time I have the chance
I’ll write a post involving pants

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These pants are dedicated, in loving memory, to my friend Elizabeth, whose claim that pants was the funniest word in the English language first introduced me to the humorous powers of pants. Your pants will never be forgotten, dear friend.

The form of this post is a villanelle, a style of poetry, and the assignment of today’s Monday Mission. Please pay a visit to Painted Maypole to see who else has chosen to accept this mission. Painted herself has told me that she has a poem up, also with the theme of pants. (Painted penned a poem of pants.)

Today also marks the third anniversary of this blog. It seemed only fitting that it should wear plenty of pants today.

That’s hilarious. And it rhymes and it scans and it doesn’t cheat a bit. You rock, woman, in your pants. And happy 3rd anninversary! May there be many, many more.
Must store askance in the mental active file for the next time I’m stuck with a k and no c.